For Pleasure Poem by Syed Anwar Yarkhan Jilani

Feet full of blisters
At every step is a jerk of pain,
A vast desert it is
At every pace I stand to gain.

In tatters that I am
Hands and legs are on the wane
Like a injured prey
Folks about doubted if I am sane.

From all walks of life
They respect a downtrodden me
Care not for the attire
As they yearn a desire for free.

Cynics call it an illusion
It may be a matter of coincident,
All resembles a dream
But they come true by accident.

Hungry ad hoc solitude
Totally refreshing and in tune
The dervishes get pleasure
Savour light and breeze of Soul.